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 Posted: Thu Apr 15, 2010 6:03 am
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XMeg walked around among the many elves, her face that of disappointment. Curly blonde hair, soft as the silk she was wearing, cascaded around her shoulders like a waterfall, flowers interwoven in it. Her eyes were a bright green, like grass and plants, and they shone brightly with life. Meg's golden brown, tanned skin glowed with warmth, and her back was occupied by a bow and arrow, both slung across her back.
Upon walking Meg spotted another elf, but this one seemed different. She paused a-ways-away from him, and looked over him. Meg had a feeling of familiarity, and after a few moments she realized who he was. He was the elf who believed the humans had rightfully earned their place to rule. Meg herself did not wish for war, but then again she did not particularly like humans, so she had quite a bit of mixed feelings. Meg wasn't exactly one to talk to strangers, but she had a very big curious streak, so it wasn't like she could exactly resist. Meg averted her eyes for a moment, a walked around aimlessly, before sighing.
Meg raised her gaze to the elf again and walked towards him slowly. "Shouldn't you be preparing? Don't you have a weapon of some sort?" Meg asked curiously, the expression of dissappointment replaced with one of curiosity. Having realized she hadn't introduced herself, Meg opened her mouth to voice her name but hesitated. She wasn't sure she wanted to tell him her name yet, but ignored the thought. "Megara. Megara Jyoti." Meg introduced, nodding her head. Meg rarely, if ever, introduced herself with her last name, mostly because she wasn't a hundred percent positive it was her last name.
Meg's father had died in battle long ago, and her mother was ill. She constantly forgot things now, and Meg took a more lead role in the house. Taking care of her mother, herself, and keeping things in order. Megara came back from her thoughts, blinking herself back into reality. Realizing he hadn't said his name, she looked at him expectantly, waiting for his answer.
{{ Kinda confusing with all the characters at once, but I'll try to cope.
If I mess up with the characters, and their locations and stuff you can just tell me... xD }}
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Posted: Thu Apr 15, 2010 7:57 pm
((Yeah, I probably won't use half of them again. They were just to tell you what was going on without it being an insanely boring lesson.))Trent Trent opened his eyes as a fellow elf, ready fo war he noticed, asked him a few questions. He jumped down the entire ten feet from the tree branch he sat on after her introduction, and then he introduced himself. "Trent Creon, a pleasure," he said, bowing slightly. He thought back to what she had asked: Shouldn't you be preparring? and Don't you have a weapon of some sort?Trent, lifting himself from the bow, looked into her dazzling green eyes and replied, "Why, of course I do. I have a hunter's bow and quite a few arrows at home. I, however, am going on the defensive, so I am as preparred as any defense could be at this moment. Why do you ask, Magara?" Trent began to wonder, as he saw the sparks of curiosity, if he could convince her, among other elves, that the humans had earned their time to rule these lands, that the elves had ruled it, that the dwarves had ruled before them, and that he even believed they would rule once the humans fell, for it was only a matter of time now. Until then, Trent refused to fight on the offense.
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Posted: Thu Apr 22, 2010 6:50 pm
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X Megara bowed her head only a little, and smiled. "Trent Creon. Pleasure to meet you as well." Meg said, nodding. She looked over him without making it incredibly obvious, taking in the details of his appearance. His black hair was more or less shoulder length, and his dark eyes held something Meg couldn't place. He was handsome, but she wasn't exactly concerned about romance as of now, when a war was on the brink. Megara looked at his bow, and nodded. "I'm on defense as well. Mother wouldn't allow them to put me on offense." Meg said softly, looking down before back at Trent.
"So, are you one of those against the war? Or with?" Megara asked, then smiled again. "You can call me Meg if you would like." Megara added, trying to be genuinely nice. She wasn't sure what to tell this boy, other than hello. "How old are you?" Meg asked curiously.
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 4:20 am
TrentLaughing a bit at the many questions, Tent answered her, "All right Meg," he looked up to think about his age, then continued, "I am forty-eight summers old, and as for your question concerning the war," he looked directly into her green eyes, "I am deeply against it."
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